0 comments/ 8253 views/ 0 favorites Meeting a Life By: harry49 I had watched you plane land, and was waiting at the jet way, my heart pounding, palms sweaty. Nervous thoughts kept running through my brain, “What if she doesn’t like me; what if she thinks I’m stupid; what if…stop it I tell myself. She will like you, and you have talked for three months. She knows you intimately, “ I argue with myself. At that moment I see you stride out of the gate, and you see me, your eyes light up, and we rush toward each other. I take hold of you as I. look into your eyes, and you search mine. I lean forward, as you lift your face, and our lips meet for the first time. My arms tighten around you, and I feel yours tighten around me, and I hold you, and feel you holding me. We embrace for several moments, and then our bodies move back, each looking at the other, both pleased with what they see. Finally I take your arm and guide you to the exit and out into the parking lot. I stop outside the terminal and hold you again. And tell you that I am so very glad you came, and kiss your forehead. You take my hand as we walk to the Bronco. I put your bag in the back, walk around and unlock the door, giving you my hand to help you in. As you settle in, I see you looking around, and I lean over and give you a quick kiss, and you pat my thigh, and look at me, and say, “Thank you for the tickets, and thank you for being you.” As I start the Bronco, I ask about your trip, and you reply that it was ok. We continue to make small talk as we approach our Hotel. We park in the lot near the back, and I help you down, and grab your bag. You touch my hand, look into my eyes, “Steve, don’t be nervous. I want to be here with you, and we will have a great time.” “Gail, I want to be with you, and not trying to be, just want things to be great for you, “ I reply, “but thank you for coming, for and thank you for being you.” We join hands, and in that touch, our common nerves leave, replaced by feelings of affection, desire and knowledge of our feelings. We walk through the almost deserted sitting room of the back lobby to the elevator, and as it arrives, step inside. The door closes, and I turn toward you as you turn toward me, and I pull you against me, and our lips meet again, this time passion starts to build. Our kiss deepens, and reluctantly part as the elevator reaches the 12th floor. We join hands and move to our room, the current is almost electric between us. I open then door, stand back and I watch you walk through, the thought strikes me as a thunderbolt, and I am one of the luckiest men on earth. I watch you walk through the entryway, and my eyes follow the gentle sway or your body, and arousal comes immediately. I follow you in, setting your bag next to mine, watching you walk around the room, surveying the way I had placed the scented candles, pulled the sun drapes so that the illumination was just muted sunlight, and wee you nod in agreement and appreciation. You look at me, smile and say to me, “you remembered how I like it,” and touch my arm. I hold you at arms length, looking at you, and then you step forward and our bodies lock together, our mouths locked, tongues starting a slow dance, exploring, tasting caressing. Our bodies linked, swaying as if to slow sensual music. Out lips separate, you lay your head on my shoulder as we continue to move together. Finally you step back, and say, “be right back, honey,” and grabbing your bag, disappear into the bathroom. I look down at myself, and my pants are out like a tent. I take a deep, ragged breath, and expel it slowly. WOW is the only thing that comes to my fogged brain. You walk into the bathroom, feeling my eyes following you, and shut the door, your legs rubbery and your own breath rasping. “Yes,” you think, this is going to be a great 2 days. You think as you undress, “Steve is actually cuter that I thought he would be, and a great kisser, “ as you begin undressing. You take your blouse and fold it, and then your bra, and cup your own breasts, reveling in the hardness of your nipples. You step out of your pants and panties, noticing that they are already damp from excitement, fold them and put them on top of your blouse, and then find a loose, translucent gown you bought just for us. You turn and examine yourself in the mirror; lips still puffy from my initial assault, nipples large, hard and swollen, and you glance down and notice that your bud is slightly swollen. (“God,” you think to yourself, “I hope he is as good as he kisses.”) Slipping the gown over your wonderful, wanting body, you take a deep breath, and open the door. I turn at the sound of the door opening, and my mouth drops. “Jesus,” I whisper, unable to form a lucid thought. I walk toward you, conscience of how I have arisen, throbbing, straining against my pants. “My God, Gail, you are fantastic,” I breathed. We crossed divide that separated us, and stood as if rooted, not touching, almost afraid to shatter the moment. I reach out, almost tenitively, and touch your cheek, and you take my fingers, and softly move them to your mouth, gently kissing them. I take my other hand and put it around you as we step to embrace, moving together, our bodies locking tightly against each other. I feel your nipples pressed against my chest, as you feel my hardness pressing against your mound. Our mouths open, kisses deepen, tongues probing, we sway, moving with each other. I move my hands or your satin covered back, sliding my mouth around your neck, under you hair to your ears. Kisses over your skin, nibbling on your lobes, sucking, licking and back to your mouth. Our breathing rasping now, as our kisses grow hotter, more passionate, our tongues entertained, our bodies pressing against each other. My hands stray to the front, and gently pinch a swollen nipple, hearing you grasp, and your arms around me tighten, as your mouth crushes mine. We break apart once again, and I take your arm and lead you to the edge of the bed, stopping and embracing once again, unable to get my fill of your loving mouth. I run my mouth over your face; soft kisses from my burning lips. Your forehead, your eyelids, your nose and back to your flaming mouth. Pressed together once more, our hands running over covered flesh. We turn, and climb on the bed, stretching out side by side, pressing against each other. Our hands running over bodies, touching, caressing as our mouths burn into each other. I lift a pillow, and place it under your head, as my mouth ravishes yours. You feel the pillow slide under your head as you reach up and pull me to you, your mouth doing its own ravishing. You run your hands under my shirt, feeling my stomach muscles tighten, and move to my chest, brushing across my nipples. You feel my hand fumbling with the ties on your gown, and then the air on your breasts as it parts. You thrust your chest up to my hands, as you feel my hot mouth at the base of your throat. Your skin on fire, as my fingertips brush across the turgid nipples, and shock tremors course through your body, your mound starting to move as my tongue finally reaches one nipple. I suck it into my mouth, gently holding it with my teeth as my tongue caress you. You suck your breath audibly and I feel your nipple throb against my tongue. You feel a moan building up, as your mound feels deliciciousely aroused, wanting, needing. You thrust your hands into my hair, and push my head into your breast, that groans escaping from your inner being. As I continue to bathe your nipples, my hand reaches lower, and glides past your tummy, and reaches your smooth mound, skimming across your satin flesh, and grazes your swelling bud. Your hips give a violent thrust to my hand, and another gasp and moan are torn from you. My hands continue down your beautiful mound, just barely touching the lips and slide down your inner thighs, my fingers soaked from just touching your steaming pussy. Your eyes are tightly shut, concentrating on the building fires, as my hands start back toward the center of your fire. You push my head lower, gasping my name. You feel my tongue leave a wet trail down your body. Past your belly button, my body follows as my mouth makes the first contact with your sweet, swollen clit, hard and wanting. I move my body between your legs, as you open them wide, grabbing a pillow and I take it and as you lift your hip, slide it under, your mound open, dripping, steaming, and waiting. I flick my tongue around your lips, tasting your nectar, as your hips start moving on their own. I slide my hand toward your lips, and gently open them, you bud peaking out at me. You shiver as my darts over the exposed pea lick your hidden treasure, and then my tongue slides into you as you spread even wider. I take my tongue back to your bud, and ease a finger into you, moving with my tongue, holding you open, your pussy starting to flow. Your breathing hard pants as your hands press my head deeper into your smooth mound. I feel your lips on my face, and continuing to slip my finger into your soaking pussy, I take another finger and slowly travel beneath your sopping slit, and ease your cheeks apart. You feel my finger slip past the ring and enter your anus, moving with my finger and tongue. I start moving faster, tongue swirling over the tip of your clit, fingers moving in time with my tongue. You feel it building deep inside you, swelling, yearning to explode, as I go faster. Your bud, your pussy your ass. You thrust your hips and call my name, gasping, panting, your breasts heaving. I hear you hoarsely call.”AAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGG, oh SHIT, oh GOD YYYYYYES,” as the first wave slams into you. You slam your mound into my face, your hands grasping my hair, your pussy and ass trapping the intruding fingers deep inside, as you erupt, covering my face with your juices as you explode, spiraling, spasming, convulsing, I continue my violent tongue action, flailing at your bud, as you continue cumming. I feel your body slump on the mattress, and watch as your lips still quiver with beautiful after shocks. As my fingers slide from your ass, I open your lips widen ad bury my tongue into you, setting off fresh tremors throughout your wonderful body. I raise my head and see your eyes half open, “Gail, that was so fantastic. I love the way you cum.” You pull me up to you, and I roll you on your side, frantically kissing you. And you taste your juices on my mouth and face. To be continued. Meeting a Literotica Couple Like many Literotica contributors I get a number of personal feedback messages from readers -- a few are full of bile; but most are constructive and positive. Some have ended up in me in corresponding with readers and other authors fairly regularly. This is a story of how correspondence led to more than that - an afternoon and evening of debauched sex. It all started when I received feedback from a reader about "Maggies First Film" my story about a middle aged woman whom develops a thing for big dicks, makes contact with "Ten Inch Tim", and is filmed sucking and fucking his magnificent member. The feedback was from a lady named Madeline (not her real name or handle). As we corresponded I found out that Madeline was 35, bi-sexual and lived at Port Stephens in NSW with her husband. She was attracted to the story because she had a thing for big cocks too. She said that because she had a big pussy, an average sized cock just never got her off properly. Fortunately for her the man she married was very, very well endowed. We shared some photos (clothed) of each other and Madeline also included a couple of photos of her hubby Cameron. Madeline was a brunette and looked quite petite with a mischievous smile and glittering eyes, while Cameron looked slim, neat and pleasant. I also shared some clothed photos of myself. We corresponded for about six months and in that time I heard a lot about Cameron's big dick, and how they had seduced a woman they met at the local pub, and a couple in their mid-twenties who were in the region for a holiday. When I jokingly asked to see a picture of Cameron's big dick, Madeline declined saying that her and Cameron always liked to keep it a surprise, but I could see it and more for myself if I wanted to come up and meet them for a weekend. I had fantasised about just such an encounter on a number of occasions, and even masturbated myself to climax just that week thinking about being seduced by this couple and feeling Cameron's big cock filling my pussy. It had been about three years since I had been with more than person, but I felt comfortable in corresponding with Madeline and was hotly curious at how big Cameron's cock actually was. After thinking it over, I agreed to come up that weekend to meet with them. Madeline and Cameron booked a villa about an hour's drive from where they lived. To say that I was excited by the thought of this erotic encounter was an understatement. I was as hot as hell all week. Bringing myself to climax at almost every opportunity. I drove north from Sydney on the Saturday morning which took an hour longer than it should have done due to traffic congestion and roadwork. It was summer so I wore a light blouse and a bra that accentuated my large breasts and a pair of short, but not overly short shorts. My clothes were not out of the ordinary for that time of the year. It took me a little while to find that villa, but when I did, there were Madeline and Cameron lazing about on the front veranda. Although I was more than eager for the weekend, there was a level of anxiety. Would we all click? Would we all meet each other's expectations? Both Madeline and Cameron came down to the car. The first thing that struck me was how short Madeline was, about five foot two I guessed. The second was that Cameron was slimmer and fitter than he looked in the photos I had seen. He had no hint of middle aged paunch, and I knew from our emailing that he worked out a bit, but not excessively according to Madeline. I could feel both their eyes following me as I was shown around the villa and for my part I tried to sneak a glance at Cameron's crotch to "size him up", but his shorts were too baggy to provide any real indication as to the size of the contents. Madeline had prepared quite a tasty spread for lunch including a lovely cheese platter and a selection of fresh salads, all washed down with some local white wine. As we sat around the outdoor dining table, Cameron kept stealing glimpses at my cleavage. We chatted for ages about where we worked and current events, but the air of expectancy hung over our conversations, the intoxicating knowledge that we would all be soon be naked and intimate. It was well and truly mid-afternoon by now, and I helped Madeline cleanup the lunch time dishes, while Cameron went and had a quick shower. He emerged a short time later bare chested, and wearing a sarong that extended to his calves. His chest was hairless and well toned, just how I like a man. We all knew it was time for the sex to begin. As we finished the last of the tidying up, "let's go into the bedroom," Madeline suggested. "I thought you'd never ask," I replied, my pussy throbbing and tingling with expectation. As I sat on the edge of the bed, Madeline followed with Cameron in tow. Without speaking, Madeline sat gently on my lap facing me, and slowly lowered her lips to mine. We kissed slowly, deeply and passionately, our tongues dancing lightly together as our hands roamed over each other's backs. Madeline's mouth grazed and nuzzled my ears. "Do you want to meet my husband's cock?" whispered Madeline. "Fuck yes," I replied unimaginatively. Madeline broke off the sexy kiss, removed herself from my lap, and helped me out of my blouse and I wiggled out of shorts. Cameron then walked over, bent down and kissed me on the lips, directing my hands to his crotch. Through the flimsy fabric of the sarong I felt his cock and gasped. "That thing's fucking huge," I gestured. "Time that you saw it then," replied Cameron as he removed his lips from mine. He stood in front of me with his legs either side of mine so that his crotch was at the height of my face and slowly undid his sarong and let it fall away, placing his hands behind his back as he did so. Only inches in front of me, was Cameron's massive cock. I guessed it was nine inches, maybe a little bit more and it was thick and rock hard. Not only was his cock massive, but so were his shaven balls. "I told you it was huge, you wait until you feel it inside you," said Madeline. My attention was unblinkingly focussed on the huge tower crowned with a bulbous purple head. "Play with my cock and balls," beckoned Cameron. I reached a finger out and gently traced the length of Cameron's colossal cock; it twitched when I first touched it. I then moved both hands up and stroked either side of it with the palm of my hands, then cupped the massive balls with one hand, while I bent the big cock down and directed it to my mouth. Deepthroating it was out of the question, but I encircled my lips around the mushroom head and kissed and nuzzled it, tasting the pre-cum that oozed from the vast shaft of flesh. At the same time I gently kneaded and tugged upon the pendulous balls. "That's the way, tug those balls and keep sucking my husband's huge cock," said Madeline lewdly. Cameron started to whimper then a girly little squeal came from the corner of the room, where Madeline had reclined naked on a beanbag and was toying her pussy with a big pink toy, but her eyes were planted on her husband's cock and my mouth. For a small woman she did have very big pussy lips and even from the angle where I was, I could see that her pussy had no problems swallowing the large toy. I watched as she withdrew it completely and wedged it back in fiercely which caused a squelchy sound. "Fuck yeah," she said; gasping feverishly each time the toy plunged in. Meanwhile, I continued to use my lips and tongue passionately on Cameron's cock. I slid my lips along the side of the cock, while I teased the head with my fingers, caressing it and squeezing it lightly in a pincer like motion. Cameron still with his hands clasped behind his back rocked his hips back and forward gently. Pre-cum was virtually bubbling out of the monster cock. The scent of sex now filled the room and I could feel that my flimsy panties were sodden. Cameron finally moved his hands from behind his back and started to caress my boobs through my bra. I reluctantly let go of his cock and unclasped my bra, spilling my big boobs free from their constraints. "Beautiful," he said as fondled my now bare breasts before he bent over and started to lick and suck my nipples. "Lay on the bed," he said after a little while, lifting his face from my chest. I did so and from where I was I could tilt my neck back and see Madeline's legs spread wide and the toy rapidly driving in and out of what was indeed an extremely large vagina. Cameron then knelt on the bed and straddled my belly, before sliding his way up my torso. He bent his enormous cock down and held it between my tits. He reached around and poured a copious amount of lubricant on them and his pole and started to massage my boobs. "Your boobs were made for my cock," he said as he started to squeeze them and rap them around his rampant cock, occasionally tweaking my slick and oversensitive nipples. He continued for what seemed like an eternity but was probably only fifteen minutes of massaging my boobs with his hands and cock. As he did so I watched Madeline bring herself to a shuddering climax, little girly whimpers of delight reached a crescendo of animal lust that nearly saw her slide right of the chair. "It's time for me to put my big cock into your pussy," said Cameron as he extracted himself from me. I lay back on the bed and took off my panties, exposing my engorged shaved cunt. Cameron spread my legs wide and started lapping and licking my pussy. His tongue probed my cunt and flicked across my clit all too briefly before he extracted his face from between my pussy and replaced them with his fingers. First one, then quickly two fingers were inserted into me and I was vigorously finger fucked at various speeds and rhythms. Cameron applied a flood of lube and sidled in a third and then a fourth finger as he thrust, churned and twisted his hand into my cunt. He would periodically apply immense pressure to my pussy walls as he tried to spread out his fingers inside me, before returning to a syncopated rhythm which then abruptly changed to him whipping his fingers out of me and then plunging them back in. Over and over he did this and I could feel my pussy stay open further and for longer as his fingers vacated me. He was readying my pussy for his divine cock. Madeline had been watching all this. "Fuck her now will you," she gestured to Cameron. "Tell us how much you want it?" she said, as she moved closer to me. "I want to see my husband's big cock in your cunt, I want to see him bust your cunt," she continued wildly. "Yes, I want that fucking cock in my wet cunt, I want it now," I replied, half whimpering with desire. I was beckoned off the bed and Cameron laid down where I had been. He lifted his cock up and held it perpendicular to himself. Maybe it was my sexual haze, but it looked even bigger as it glistened. I straddled Cameron and lowered myself on to his cock and with Madeline's assistance it plunged in with relative ease. I felt my eyes roll back slightly in my head and I gasped as my pussy was abruptly filled with dick. I slowly started to ride Cameron. Madeline was behind me caressing my boobs squeezing my nipples, and nuzzling and whispering into my ear. "Fuck my husband's big dick, make him come inside you," she said. It didn't take long for me to start to climax. I flailed uncontrollably as I slammed down on to Cameron's cock. As my climax started to rise Cameron started to thrust deeply into me as he himself became overcome. He arched his body and I felt his cock pulsate inside me as a he released his sperm deep inside me. This accelerated my own climax and I shuddered and flopped forward as the waves of orgasmic contraction broke like a tsunami. I stayed impaled on Cameron's cock, my body laying against him as we both caught our breath until his cock softened. As I got off him a torrent of sperm ran out of my cunt and covered his thigh but mostly the bed. His cock was sticky with his own sperm, my juices and the copious amount of lubricant. "What a sticky mess, I'll be back in a minute to deal with it," proclaimed Madeline as she went and filled our wine glasses and also got us a jug of water and some glasses. On her return Madeline quickly went to work on Cameron's cock, cleaning up the slick spongy member that started to rise again from the ministrations, but did not reach its recent former glory just yet. After she had finished with Cameron she pushed me back down on to the bed and started to lick me clean. First her tongue cleaned up my vulva and inner thighs before she spread my labia and probed deeply into my cunt with her deft tongue. My pussy was still sensitive from the previous climax and I wriggled and squirmed at the stimulation. After a short period, Madeline got up from between my legs and kissed me on the lips. I could taste and smell the sex in her mouth; sweet, salty and acrid all at once. She then broke off the kiss. "Jump off the bed for a little while will you, I need my husband," invited Madeline. "Cameron, get comfortable on the bed, you know what I want to do now," she added. Wordlessly, Cameron obliged and laid flat on his back in the middle of the bed. I watched as Madeline quickly hovered her pussy over his face before she lowering her sex on to his mouth and simply sat on her husband's face. I watched as she he gripped his upper arms firmly, pinning him to the bed and rocked her hips back and forth across his mouth. She was facesitting -- simply fucking his face. "Suck my husband's cock," she demanded of me, her voice nearly overcome with lust. I obliged willingly. I find it so arousing to suck a cock to erection, particularly a huge cock, and I could feel Madeline's eyes follow my every effort. I started teasing the bulbous tip with my tongue and then sweeping it down the sides repeatedly. I lightly tickled his balls and also stroked his inner thighs with the points of my long nails. I could hear the occasional deep gasp from Cameron as a he stole a breath and the groaning of Madeline as she thrust back and forth across her husband's face. It didn't take long for her to whimper, squeal and then shudder as she started to orgasm. Madeline thrust harder, visibly pushing Cameron's head deeper into the soft bed as she reached the height of her climax. I continued to suck Cameron's cock as Madeline dismounted from her husband's face. With Cameron's cock rock hard again I knew there would be some more action soon. I stopped sucking his cock and slid up the bed next to him and we embraced and started kissing. His towering cock pressed against my belly as we kissed deeply. "Lay flat on the bed for me," he whispered as his lips slid around my neck and ears. I did so and Cameron partly spread my legs. He was precise with exactly where he wanted me to lay and exactly how far he wanted my legs open. He fingered my pussy again, slipping four fingers straight in and pushing against my enflamed clit with his broad thumb. This was the start of the most amazing fuck I had ever had in the most amazing position, a position that I am sure only works when you have a massive dick and know how to use it. Cameron knelt with his back against me, his knees either side of my hips which stopped me opening my legs further and then with Madeline's able assistance worked his big cock into my eager cunt. He was astride me and I had a perfect view of his toned ass and his big balls mashing against my clit. It was a visual and tactile delight as I clawed his toned cheeks. The tightness in my pussy was excruciatingly pleasurable. "Look at your pussy stretching," said Madeline. Cameron wasn't able to fuck me as deeply as before from this position but the angle made his cock feel even bigger. I could feel my pussy bulge as Cameron's cock danced inside me. Madeline stood in front of Cameron and she stared into his eyes and they kissed deeply and repeatedly while he fucked me. I could hear her whispering to him but the words weren't audible. Cameron's fucking this time was perfect tempo rubato, infusing passion into the mechanical execution, speeding up and slowing down, tormenting my pussy. My orgasm built rapidly and simply flooded through me uncontrollably. I thrashed and bucked my hips against the weight of Cameron and convulsed against the vastness wedged in my vagina. Cameron continued to fuck me as my orgasm subsided. Finally his rhythm and energy became frenzied and as he bucked down on me hard, I felt the pulsing injection of more sperm into my birth canal. Cameron wasted no time in extracting himself with an audible plop and I felt the stickiness bubble out of my reddened and well used pussy. Madeline again licked me clean with her tickling and probing tongue. Madeline however didn't spend long licking my temporarily satiated pussy, as she wanted some attention herself from me. "Lick my big cunt," she said playfully as she sprawled out on the bed. I started to lick and nuzzle her big pussy lips, and push my tongue into her big hole. I kissed her pussy deeply and glided my tongue into her as I would her mouth. Her fingers stroked and lightly grabbed my hair as she sought more pressure. "Deeper, lick me deeper, taste me deeply," she demanded, and I obliged. I repeatedly forced my tongue as far as it would go, tasting the recesses of her vast vagina. Without warning Madeline pushed me gently aside and knelt on all fours on the bed. "Put your whole hand in me, fill my fucking cunt your with fist and fuck me hard with it," she commanded. Cameron came around and held her asscheeks open as I applied lubricant to my whole hand and her pussy. I slid three fingers in straight away and quickly slid in a fourth and I jabbed them rapidly into her vagina. "Get in deep and twist your fist around inside her," advised Cameron, "she fucking loves that". "Yeah, stretch my cunt," added Madeline. With Cameron's assistance I finally slipped my thumb in as well and after only a dozen or so more thrusts, my hand was totally enveloped in Madeline's distended pussy. She moaned, screamed and pushed against my thrusts. "I'll look after her asshole," volunteered Cameron chivalrously. He spread lubricant on his wife's bumhole and got one finger and then quickly a second and then a third finger into her anal tunnel as my fist drove into her more than accommodating pussy. We fucked her holes in unison until Cameron removed his fingers from his wife's anus and without ceremony jammed in the vibrator she had used earlier and turned it on, I could feel the vibrations in my buried hand as well, as he fucked her bum with the toy. The twin assault of my fist in Madeline's cunt and a vibrator in her bumhole quickly led her to a climax. Madeline screamed at the height of her orgasm, and her pussy contracted powerfully against my fist, before she simply just went limp, spent and panting. Cameron removed the toy from her bum and I slid my slick fist from Madeline's pussy, both her holes stayed momentarily open from exertions, pulsating in time with her deep gasps. "How was that darling?" Cameron asked of his wife. Madeline simply groaned wordlessly, but the answer was obvious. We all needed an extended rest after this and we showered together before Madeline prepared a sumptuous meal and we imbibed more fantastic wine. That evening though and then the next morning the fucking continued. Without going into all the detail, I toyed myself silly on two occasions; the first when Cameron's more than substantial fist slithered and probed its way into his wife's distended pussy, the second was when that magnificent cock was wedged into his wife's bumhole which was fucked and filled with oozing sperm. I got to sit on Cameron's face and ride him like I had watched Madeline do, and gained an appreciation of why she enjoyed it so much. Later Cameron straddled my face and I licked his balls, and licked and stroked his cock before he sprayed my tits with a little cum. Madeline and I rubbed our pussies together in a scissor position until we both climaxed again. Finally and with considerable effort, Cameron with Madeline's help managed to get that monster cock into my bumhole and my anus was stretched to the limit and I received a deep injection of sperm into my colon. Meeting a Literotica Couple I went back home Sunday and I was in ecstasy, but sore in the pussy and bumhole department. It was a small price to pay for a wicked threesome. Until next time dear readers... Meeting a Literotica Fan (Writer's Note: I'll let my readers decide at what point this story goes from fact to fiction. And sincere thanks to all who comment on my stories.) I have been writing erotic stories for lady friends online for some time. It's exciting to me to imagine and write down, in detail, the fantasies that cross my mind from time to time. And it's an ego stroke to read feedback that I've hit on some topic or idea that appeals to so many other people. And some of the comments include reader's descriptions of experiences they have had similar to those I have imagined. I have to admit, whatever effect my words had on them, their words have a definite effect on me. I may not be much for corresponding with men, but it gives me a thrill to think that there are real people out there living out some of the things I can only dream of. And then there are the comments and feedback from the women. Ladies, thank you for taking the time to write, even a few words. As I've said a million times, if my 'real life' sex life were at all satisfying, I would have never explored the internet's erotic offerings. It turns me on so much to read the words of women who feel touched by my words, my characters, and the scenes I daydream of every day. And to read that they have experienced some of these things, and that they enjoy them and want to go even further than I have dared dream, is the sexiest thing there is, to me. They say you can't tickle yourself. There has to be that other person, doing the tickling, so that you don't know what's coming next. It's the same for me with the stories I write. I kind of use up my thoughts on a particular scenario when I write the story. So when a woman writes to me and asks for or suggests some totally unexpected twist, I am blown away. That's how it started with Tanya. I got an email comment on my story 'Mother's Milk 2' from a lady who praised my work, but then proceeded to tell me how she was so much more aggressive than the passive ladies in my story. She said that she had very active milk glands and that the pressure she felt when her milk 'let down' was a painful ache and that she had become very aggressive and dominant about relieving her need. I was intrigued. What could that mean? So, I wrote her back to ask. She had asked me some questions about me and my experiences with lactation. I told her about my precious few episodes long ago and how my imagination was about all that was active these days for me. The next day I was excited to see a reply. Tanya told me that she was a single mother by choice and that she had pressed her sisters and a couple of other young mothers into helping her express her surplus milk. She had, like some of the characters in my story, found the breast pumps unpleasant and painful to use. She had tried suckling herself, but her breasts got so full that lifting and forcing a nipple to her lips was impossible. She didn't go into detail, but it seemed like she wasn't at all shy about approaching whoever was handy to get help with her milk and then with the sexual tension that expressing her milk built up in her. She was very matter-of-fact about it. She also sympathized with my situation, having to rely on fantasy and masturbation for my satisfaction. She felt I should be like her, more aggressive getting my needs met. Then she told me that she was from a town not far from where I live! She said she knew I would enjoy seeing her in action. She wasn't really teasing me. It sounded almost like she wanted to entertain me or at least show me what the things I wrote about really looked like when they were done for real. I wrote back. I told her that she was actually close enough to my town that I could imagine driving there to watch. I meant that she had given me more fuel for my fantasies. She took it another way entirely. She wrote back with directions to her place, a phone number, and an invitation to pop by anytime! I was stunned. I have never met anyone from the internet in real life. The horror stories about psychos and blackmail had kept me pretty honest. But this was just too tempting. I had to take a deep breath and slow down. I wrote Tanya a very carefully-worded email. I mentioned explicitly that I was married, 45, hair thinning, not exactly hung like a horse, and generally tried to anticipate every aspect of meeting me that might put her off. I told her how my schedule goes and how it might be tough to find a time that was convenient. Her reply pushed aside all of that. She wasn't looking for a boyfriend. She didn't want to break-up my marriage. She had plenty of money, thanks to an inheritance, so she wasn't looking for a sugar-daddy. She also told me to call her cell phone any time, 24/7. I spent a few days wondering what I should do. Finally, after another intimacy-free week from my wife, I gave in. I set up a half day at work and just after noon dialed Tanya's number. She had been waiting for my call. She had a cheery, upbeat manner. She sounded young. I told her I was coming over and she said she was waiting. It was just that easy. As I drove to her place, I realized that I didn't know what this woman looked like. I imagined a plain housewife type, probably a bit heavy. I would be polite and friendly and we'd talk about her experiences with lactation. It would probably kill some of the thrill once I had a less than hot image of her in my mind, but who cared? I arrived at the address, a very nice modern house, back in the woods, on a lake. Somebody had some money, I thought. I rang the doorbell and was greeted by an attractive woman in her late 20's. I was stunned because she was the very image of the character Bonnie from the story that Tanya had initially commented on! She had medium length reddish-brown hair, a very pretty face, and a killer body. Not model-thin. But super-shapely. She had very large, very firm-looking breasts, a trim waist and a nice tushy and legs. She was in a bright sundress with bare feet. She was very happy I had come. It seemed like she needed company. She explained that she was from a wealthy family and that she had dumped the 'sperm donor' father of her year-old baby shortly after he had gotten her pregnant. She lived alone in this nice house and ran some sort of consulting business online. The nanny had taken the baby to her parents place not far away for the morning. " I had a lot of milk already pumped that was going to go bad, so I sent it with the nanny to use up today. They won't be back until dinner time." "That's great," I said. "So tell me about how being dominant and aggressive ties into lactation." She smiled. "Like right now. I fed Jessica early this morning. I was almost crying from the tightness and weight of my breasts. It woke me up. I had to get rid of some of it at least, my milk I mean. And Jess took a lot, but I'm almost back to full up now. And when it starts to hurt, I get aggressive, I guess. I mean I feel like a fucking cow that has to be milked and I don't care who does it. And what harm is it to anyone to help me out? Who am I hurting? I don't really have much choice. And is it my fault if my tits are tied into my clit? I have needs. So I have to take what I want." As she spoke I saw Tanya's expression change. She wasn't kidding about this. I pictured her just grabbing whoever happened to be around to help her relieve her need. She didn't care about privacy or what anyone thought of her. She told me how she had first appealed to her sister, shortly after the baby was born. She spoke of how she had to convince her sibling that suckling her was no different than helping change the baby's diaper. Her sister was shocked when she saw Tanya rubbing her pussy as she suckled, but she had not stopped. Little by little she had recruited her two sisters and her mother (!) to relieve her excess milk production. As she spoke I was getting hard. This sexy woman had breastfed her own mother! And gotten herself off while doing so! Tanya told me how she had tried to hold back her open sexual desire from her family, but that she found herself whispering nasty things to her sisters as they suckled. If they minded, they hadn't said so. It was for this reason that she had sought out other nursing mothers. I imagined the reaction of some average new mom upon meeting a new friend for tea, only to have her demand that she suckle her and then get her off. Tanya said that yes, the few ladies in her 'circle' had been shocked at first, but then they had each expressed similar desires. She was living my fantasy story! Tanya began to make little faces as she spoke, as if she was growing uncomfortable. Her tone of voice became stern, almost angry. "So you see. Your story really touched me. Ow. You know, I need it now. Come here." I hesitated. Seeing this, Tanya became angry. "Look, man, my tits are about to fucking burst. I know you're into this. Now come here and suck the milk out. Or have you got a better offer?" I was shocked. Far from motherly and nurturing, Tanya was forceful and demanding. I jumped up and practically ran to her side. She stood up and stripped the sundress over her head. This left her in a tiny pink thong and a big white nursing bra. It looked funny, the contrast between the skimpy string down below and that huge white harness up top. She reached back and the tightly stretched confining garment relaxed and fell forward. She shrugged it off and looked over at me. I was in awe. She was the vision of 'Bonnie' I had when I wrote the character. She looked so perfect. Nothing about her was 'skinny', but you would never describe her as overweight. She was 'healthy'. Toned, firm legs, nicely rounded butt, tight belly and those gravity defying pontoons. Her tits were perfect round globes that stood out from her chest with barely any sag. She had nice half-dollar sized aureole of pinkish-red and nipples that stood out like little mountains, huge bumpy pyramids perched on each. "Well?" she asked, almost angrily. I wanted to do whatever she wanted. I bent to lower my head to her teat, but before I could touch it, she shook her head and grabbed me and pushed me down on the sofa and straddled me. She leaned forward forcing her tits in my face. I immediately began sucking one of her prominent teats. Sweet warm milk flooded into my mouth. I could feel my cock getting hard as I began to suck and swallow at a comfortable pace. "Harder! It won't break. Suck harder. Bite it a little. Let me know you're there, for Christ sake." If she hadn't been so forceful, rude actually, I would never have sucked and bitten that monster nipple as hard as I did. It had to have hurt. Tanya finally sighed and moaned a little. "That's it. Now you have it. More. More." I couldn't see her face. All I could see was tits. I looked at the one I had yet to suckle and saw it dripping milk from the huge nipple's tip. I reached up to cup it only to have my hand slapped hard. "No hands. Not yet." I lowered my stinging hand and kept suckling as hard as I could. I heard Tanya's breathing get slower and deeper. Her sighs and moans became almost constant. I thought that the flow of milk from the tit I was sucking slowed a bit, so I moved my mouth to the other enormous jug. I sucked this one hard right from the start. Again, milk gushed into my mouth. Tanya lifted the tit and forced it into my mouth. I could feel her other hand down by my crotch. But she wasn't touching me. Her mound was almost grinding against my crotch bulge. She must be fingering herself, I thought. The inadvertent contact with my throbbing cock, still trapped in my pants, was most welcome. The milk flow began to slow from this tit now. But even as it did, Tanya's moans began to peak. Whatever she was doing to herself, it was bringing her to a climax. As her orgasm hit her, she pulled back from my hungry mouth and began twisting her body violently and practically screaming. She leaned forward again and slapped my face with her tits. This was no playful lovetap either. She wailed on me with those still firm and heavy jugs. And I loved it. My cock was about to rip free of its confines when I felt Tanya unbuckling my belt and ripping my pants and boxers from me. It took seconds. Faster than it takes to tell, she had straddled me again and was simultaneously beating my face with those tits and working my cock into her hot, wet pussy. Again she leaned back, but this time she was riding my stiff cock. Her hands went to her tits. She cupped each massive boob and began squeezing them from the fleshy mass toward the nipple. She was milking herself onto my face! Tiny needles of sweet, warm, mother's milk jetted out onto my face and my chest. She was moaning and fucking and milking herself. This was too much for me to take. I rolled her over and plunged my cock into her a few more times until I felt my come exploding. Then I lunged forward to lay my spurting cock between her milk jugs. I grasped her boobs roughly and pumped them up and down and came bucketsful. My balls hurt I was coming so hard. Most of my load was trapped by those fleshy bags. I finally released Tanya's massive tits and looked down at the milky, cummy, mess on her incredible chest. Tanya was smiling, but far from idle. She was using a finger to scoop up as much of the warm sticky mess as she could and eating it. I moved down lower and started licking it up. Cum and mother's milk. Mmmmmm. After a while, Tanya said," And I'm going to need this again in a few hours." She was almost sad about it. I looked at my watch and saw my time was short. I told her I would love to pop by wherever I could. She told me she needed someone a lot more often than that. She wasn't looking to start an affair with me. She just wanted to thank me for my story and show me that truth can be so much better than fiction. I started writing my next story in my head as I drove away.